Running to Portlandia

We broke down and signed up for the gym. The cheap gym - as noted here ad nauseum it pains me greatly to pay to run.

However. Stupid snow.

So this winter we joined the Bally's. Let's just say that you get what you pay for. My husband went with me last night and asked where they keep the towels. Hahahahaha. Towels. I go to the same treadmill every single time (what else would you expect from someone who eats the same thing for breakfast and lunch every day) and I can assure you that said treadmill has never been cleaned by anyone but me.

(And I can assure you that if anyone else is ever on my treadmill I do not know what I will do with myself.)

Anyway, I have a new favorite time of the day - the time I am on my treadmill watching Portlandia on my iTouch. I think Portlandia might be an acquired taste. I am quite sure my husband, who hates Flight of the Concords with an intense passion (he will leave the room if I am watching it), would not like Portlandia. Here is a great line from Portlandia, "Who puts their dog on a pole like a stripper?" I am running on the treadmill laughing out loud.